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 Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2019 4:08 am
Names came and went like seasons— neither so heavy nor lasting as those sung in Skaldic verse. The call signs, unchanged and with no clever kennings or epithets to draw light into stones remained as dim as youma dust, as weightless. Days came, Nights, energy passed hands and people died, and stars sought on any day no longer lit the bench in the park. There were no stolen kisses to the thrum of engines. There were no curls and citrus scent of pillows tickling his nose. There were no cuts or bruises to worry over from sword-teeth. There was the Rift, training, hunting, Skeiðbrimir and? Occasionally names filtered through on thin thoughts. Anemia and blood led towards the name Obsidian, and finding a purchase for an hour drew together the tatters of H y d r a. A young senshi whose shape was framed by a large fountain in thought, and gradually he went that way when he returned to the city. There was a chance that she would be there, again. Or not. Stars wandered as much as anything else in the shadows. It would be a good exercise to remember the way. It was a good season for early sunsets, earlier stars and heavy jackets to pretend there wasn’t all cold inside already. And a face, a voice, a name. Perhaps she would wear the cuts of sword teeth, if she did not hide them; if swords still stayed sharp and dark. Skeiðbrimir was left in the halls Below, this time, to give stretch to legs unhurried.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2019 1:58 pm
Sailor Hydra's days were largely filled with the mundane.
She went to work, she saw her boyfriend, she fretted over Otto, she spent time with her cats, and then she tended to her Negaverse duties. It didn't matter that she was an Eternal, she still fell subordinate to General Obsidian, finding herself unable to want to leave because his attention had always been precious.
Being beneath his command came with a price, training was always harsh and his expectations had always been high -- so high, she often feared she'd never hit the baseline. And yet...Hydra still wanted his approval so desperately. His charm was an explosive thing and she knew she was a captive, but she was willing and that made it different.
But, despite the dangers that came from being held beneath Obsidian's cloak and the warnings of one of her faithful guardians, Hydra found herself returning to the same fountain every week hoping that she'd see her dream guardian despite the fact it had been she who had pushed him away.
She'd seen him since, multiple times, at his insistance and the promise she had made in moments of desperation but it had never been back at their fountain. Bob knew of it and that made it dangerous, yet she couldn't stay away.
So here she was, booted feet carrying her forward with the weight of her heavy braid settling against her back, bumping against it depending on the speed of her pace. Hydra was too distracted to pay attention to the pulsing of auras around her, caught up in trivial thoughts and the ache of wounds unhealed beneath the fit of her fuku. Faint bruising would be visible on the exposed flesh of her skin beneath the right light but the worst of it was tucked away.
The eternal saw him long before she registered his presence, despite the pressure on her sense and when she looked up, jade eyes blinking him into better focus she stopped. Fingers fluttered at her sides before she drew them to her chest, teeth pressing against the middle of her lower lip. "General," she said, in a soft sort of way.
She searched her memory for his name and found nothing, even if it were impossible for her to forget him. There was hesitation, a visible swallow as she took steps closer. Anxiousness kept her from speaking further.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 3:36 pm
Honesty walked in most people when they didn’t know they were being watched, whether in a crowd or not. Her eyes were not at the stars, not even at the streetlights, at first. A reward to go with that title- I was right. Hydra comes here. Why call me ‘General’ when she is an Equal and More? “Your boots are heavy today. You will not fly, but maybe we can practice throws.” He attached a lopsided smile to the joke. “Or is a cat hiding in your braid, storasyster?”
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2019 1:24 pm
His lopsided grin, and the words that accompanied it, brought a weak smile to her own face before Hydra shook her head, like it might free her from the things suddenly weighing her down. When she looked up at him again, the smile she offered was still soft, but less weighted and more genuine.
"No cats with me, I'm afraid," Hydra responded, resisting the urge to fiddle with some part of her fuku. She wished that Bob or Reven were with her, if only to serve as a distraction, but she appreciated the sudden presence of her companion, a welcome bout of company.
"If you threw me, I would definitely fly," she said, more joy creeping into her smile and the hints of giggles bubbling in her throat. "Stor-ssster? What is that?" She fumbled with the pronunciation.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 8:18 pm
“ ‘Big Sister,’ is all it means. “ There was hesitance that added to the weight of her steps, but he couldn’t place it. Such were secrets of knowing someone well. There was hope in the warbles, or something for a few moments that could serve in its place. Bringing up that she’d come here as predicted would only dwell on what had weighed her steps in the approach, or p***k and pile the guilt from the same with tactical regret. Titan avoided the lot and patted his own bicep, “Long ago, I practiced throws with Buddingtonite. I don’t think I’ve used the tactic with any officer in battle. It isn’t the flying that is as hard, maybe. “ “Landing...do you practice those things? “ Olympics had a whole section dedicated to the sports. “Gymnastics, that is it. With the over and over and using your hands as feet.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2019 8:23 am
There wasn't much about Hydra that was 'big' so being called big sister made her grin, bubbles of laughter resting in the back of her throat. Her gaze lingered on his bicep, wondering what it took to be as...built the way the general did.
She didn't recognize the name he offered, but she didn't dwell on that. She didn't know very many people after all.
"A little," Hydra answered, brow crinkling as she thought about her own skills. She was small, which made it easier for her to be nimble but her hair was long, thick and heavy like this and that made it harder.
"We could practice?" She wouldn't get better if she didn't try. "I bet you could throw me very high."
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2019 8:25 pm
“We can. “ She didn’t look like she even weighed as much as his hammer, however much chaos tried to add on with hair to her frame. It was said that chaos made them have more- she could even have a pixie cut in her civilian disguise. It was a relief the empowerment did not do the same for officers. Even the sovereigns seemed immuned to that particular side effect. Perhaps Metallia, ever taken to body, would need a senshi on either side to carry her train and tresses both. He shifted down to a kneel, to be polite, and offered out hands to grasp her at waist if that seemed comfortable. Hips could do as easily, or mid-thighs, if she flinched of pain or shyness. “I can catch you for the first few, so that you can get used to turning in air? Say when you are ready-”
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2019 8:28 am
A true smile, filled with delight blossomed across Hydra's face and she nearly clapped her hands together in her girlish excitement. "Really?" The hopeful word-question spilled before she could think long enough to be embarrassed by it. Color flushed her cheeks but she managed to keep from making herself back down.
It was okay to be excited. It was okay to feel like she was becoming his friend.
She stepped into his space, taking a moment to get a better look at him now that she didn't have to crane her neck so much to look at him. She felt dwarfed beneath his grip, but she held herself as straight as she could muster.
"I think I'm ready."
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2019 8:16 am
Ready. With right fuel, care, a hand could coax brilliant hearth and heart to warm nations, and here it was so. The nobility was kept so dark, compared to what they could all bring to the worlds They were not meant to be alone. It is easy to see how she wastes, compared to her smile. . Humans were easy lifts. Willing, even nervous, she was barely a breath. He could focus on accuracy and hold: shot her up fast the seven and so feet of his stature and into a short pop of air time. “Each -” up, “Time -” up, “A-” up, “Little-” up, “Higher!” He caught her to let a breath a few counts after the last, holding her high and steady.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2019 9:28 pm
Nerves buzzed as Hydra tried to steady her breath and pretend like she was confident in this maneuver they were about to do. No one had ever thrown her before. Several had carried her and Hydra knew that she wasn't very heavy even with the few pounds her thick, long hair probably added to her, but none had vaulted her into the air like the general was about to.
Even with her heart aflutter in her chest with anticipation she trusted that the man would catch her, keep her from harm and...if something went wrong, she had the ability to teleport. Worse case scenario that she did her very, very best not to think about.
Titan sent her soaring and her breathing caught in her throat, delight and surprising lighting her features each time she felt herself spring higher and higher.
By the time he stopped she was breathless and lightheaded. Laughter bubbled spilling out of her mouth when she placed small hands atop his much, much larger one. "H-how," she panted, shaking her head with giggles interrupting her attempts at speaking, "do you do that so easily?"
Being around this general was so much different than her general. She felt light, safe, and possibly even happy.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2019 9:32 pm
Carefully, he shifted the senshi to one palm on her middle and started a walk around her fountain while still holding her aloft. “As a man, I can lift four hundred pounds. As a weapon, the Queen gives many times our strength. You are light like a very blue-green cotton ball. “ “I could not swing or carry my hammer. If it wasn’t for her strength. But people are much lighter than steel, or magic steel, or whatever she forges things out of. Perhaps you could not throw me, but you can probably lift me if you wanted, wearing your wings. Have you tried lifting things? Our speed and agility is easy for all of us to try just going around the city. “ When he came to the spot he’d started in, he shifted his hands again to hold her for a throw, “Are you ready to try to flip? Very high this time. “
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 1:17 pm
Hydra struggled to keep calm in the wake of the way Titan's grip upon her shifted. She was held in the air, suspended by his hand alone that spread across her stomach almost completely. She did her best to stay straight, or straight enough, so that she didn't teeter too much or cause herself to lose balance.
The senshi was confident that he would catch her if she tumbled, or that she would be able to catch herself, but she didn't want to take away from the small joy and experimentation they were doing.
"Four hundred pounds???" That was four times her weight, if that. She didn't even know how much she could lift as Eternal Hydra instead of Rory Willows but to imagine anything over a hundred pounds was difficult.
"Wait. You want me to lift you???" She suddenly burst out laughing, amused at the idea that she, of all people, could lift a man such as the general.
"Um, we can try?" She answered, to both things.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2019 3:33 am
“It is a good thing to know how much you can light. Or how fast you are, or how far you can jump. With some stretching, we can try. “ The last he added softly and with quiet gravity that felt like the words might not reach her if he held her high enough, “If you’re not wounded, where it would split the skin to strain. I trust your opinion on that.“ The bite of a sword was the reality of the training, and one he remembered. It would be a good, fun exercise if she could. He didn’t weigh so much as he should, so there was a chance that with her rank she could manage it. Wouldn’t that be something. When was the last time I was picked up? Titan took a deep breath, bent his knees, then hucked the small senshi straight up as high as he could manage. It should be enough time to execute a flip and right herself again. If not, he braced, ready to catch as softly as possible however she was oriented when she came down.
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 1:35 pm
Hydra had never considered what she could lift, it didn't seem nearly as practical for her as it might have been for a General. Her strength was in magic, in the waves she could summon and try to drown with.
Obsidian made her light on her feet, she had to be if she was going to stay out of reach of his sword and cruel hand, but she had never really considered the physical strength aspect. Her general always hit harder than she did.
Her goal was to stay on her feet and take as little damage as possible. Which, sometimes she did better than others.
"No skin will split," she promised. She had walked away without any stitches, for once, just rough bruising that wouldn't kill her even if things were sore.
She didn't have time to really contemplate if it was the smartest idea or not, because she was thrown up into the air and had to focus on trying to flip as he suggested.
It didn't go nearly as smoothly as she planned, Hydra fumbling when she tried to right herself. Hands and legs flailed as she tried to brace herself.
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2019 2:26 pm
Trouble— Time lengthened and shortened. Pinnacles of magic-infusion, they were both faster than adrenaline, worry, care, or fear. At the first arch of spine on the upswing, her hands and arms out trying to correct, they both knew before gravity pulled her down again it was a fall and not a maneuver. “Got y—,”He lifted his hands to find her, and gave down with his knees to soften impact and not jostle her. “—you.” He tried to pull a smile over all of it to reassure her, and bounced her once in his arms. “Another try? Or is it your turn to lift?”
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